Two shared bicycles were leisurely swimming forward on the street late at night. Those who didn't know it thought they were young people in love using this way to kill the empty night.
"arrive."
Qing Lingzi pointed to an office building not far ahead: "Inside."
"Office building."
"Yeah." Qing Lingzi put the bike at the parking spot and adjusted the bike's posture to be straight: "Wait for me to lock the bike."
He took out his cell phone and clicked a few times, then put his hands in his pockets and came to Brother Zhang's side, and then whispered: "Does the Holy Master intend to see with his own eyes that I will do it, or will they wait for me down below?"
"Let me go and see it with you."
Brother Zhang feels that Qing Lingzi's work is really clean and neat, and it is highly enjoyable to watch. It also has the pleasure of soaring adrenaline and is full of visual stimulation.
It’s no wonder that Qing Lingzi is definitely a top-notch slut. He’s usually very serious, but his moves and spells make him dazzling and exciting. It’s definitely no less exciting than watching a Hollywood light pollution show.
Big movie.
And although Brother Zhang has seen many magic masters perform it, only Qing Lingzi can make the aura radiant. The aura overflowing from the spell can illuminate the entire room, even some relatively complex ones.
At the end of the move, there will be a performance of a handful of spiritual flames, sometimes a colorful phoenix flying into the sky, sometimes a luan bird riding the wind. Anyway, it can be as exciting as it is exciting.
It can be seen from this that Qing Lingzi's personality is in his heart but not in his appearance.
"What do you do?"
The security guard of the office building questioned the two of them, but Qing Lingzi just flicked his arm, and the security guard lay softly on the ground, snoring gradually. Then Qing Lingzi pressed his hand to the door, and the first floor
Suddenly he was shrouded in spiritual mist.
"Li Huan." Qing Lingzi turned his head and said to Brother Zhang: "No matter who comes, they will be trapped in the lobby on the first floor, and no one will disturb them."
Brother Zhang looked back and saw that the entire floor was like a valley shrouded in mist. He would not be affected by this, but those who would be affected could imagine what kind of situation they would be in.
"Twenty-seventh floor." Qing Lingzi raised his hand and pointed at the elevator floor: "Holy Lord, please."
"Why not just fly up?"
Faced with Brother Zhang's question, Qing Lingzi was slightly stunned for a moment, then smiled and said: "Because it doesn't look good when flying up."
Brother Zhang nodded, didn't say anything at first, and just quietly followed the elevator upstairs. When the elevator reached the thirteenth floor, he suddenly said: "Have you ever been in love?
"
Qing Lingzi was quiet for two floors, and then said with a stiff smile: "A real man... How can a real man call home if he doesn't live in peace with the world?"
"It just doesn't happen, right?" Brother Zhang pondered for a moment and then said, "I guess it doesn't happen, and neither do I."
"Holy Lord, this subordinate is going to nag a few words. The Holy Lord is passed down by blood. If the Holy Lord has no heirs, that is not a good thing." Qing Lingzi said deeply: "If the Holy Lord does not give up, this subordinate will not give up."
Get some girls when we get there, but no matter what, we have to keep a wife."
"No, no, no, no..." Brother Zhang shook his head like a rattle: "I have no interest in this aspect either."
"Holy Lord! This is not a hobby but a mission. Holy Lord cannot act on his own initiative." Qing Lingzi sighed: "But it's not to blame Holy Lord. The old Holy Lord left a little early and hasn't helped Holy Lord make arrangements for you.
Generally speaking, when getting married, the Holy Master will choose someone who is of the right family, and will not be a scholar, farmer, or businessman. However, there are very few people in this world who can match the Holy Master, but my subordinates will still work hard to find them for the Holy Master."
Brother Zhang was left speechless. He himself was not good at words, so how could he withstand Qing Lingzi's combo of moves?
"But Holy Lord, if the Holy Lord already has a lover before giving birth to the young Lord, he must be careful to leave behind children, especially those monsters and monsters. The Holy Lord's bloodline cannot be polluted by those pickled things."
"No way..." Brother Zhang sighed: "This kind of thing is unlikely."
Qing Lingzi sighed: "Holy Lord, think twice..."
Think twice, think twice, Brother Zhang has long lost 95% of his desires due to his ability, and if he hadn't been resisting for so many years, he would have been unable to hold on to the 5%. Now he
We are in a stage of gradually returning to normal, but there is absolutely no way to completely reproduce the emotions and desires of normal people, so having children is funny to Brother Zhang. Isn’t it enough of a headache every year?
"I heard that there was a succubus obsessed with the Holy Lord before?"
"You're not going to kill her, are you?"
Qing Lingzi raised his eyes and looked at the floor. After hearing Brother Zhang's words, he hummed softly: "If it were placed in the past, such inferior things would definitely die. But now, it doesn't matter. A few days ago
I also saw many Kunlun slaves in the city. In those days, those people were only qualified to fill the foundation of the mausoleum."
Brother Zhang laughed, and just as he was about to speak, the elevator dinged and arrived at the station. As soon as Qing Lingzi stepped out, he immediately stretched out his hand and saw a table exploded, and a lot of strange magic weapons burst out of it.
Those magic weapons may not be able to withstand the impact of Qing Lingzi and they were already torn apart before they hit the ground. Then he turned his head and looked at the deepest part of the office building. He stretched his hands forward and made the magic circle light up everywhere in the room.
Countless evil ghosts struggled out of the magic circle, and those evil ghosts followed Qing Lingzi's guidance and rushed over.
At this time, a group of people chanting in unison came from inside. A disdainful smile appeared on the corner of Qing Lingzi's mouth, and he walked slowly over there with his hands behind his back, without even pushing the door. Those closed doors were like human-like frames.
Open.
After the last door opened, Brother Zhang saw a group of people in the room chanting sutras around a pottery figurine, and the pottery figurine was swinging back and forth as if it was about to explode at any moment.
"Holy Mother, help me! Holy Mother, help me..."
When the people inside saw Qing Lingzi and the others coming in, they suddenly started shouting loudly. As they shouted, the pottery figurine became more and more restless, and was about to burst out of the pupa, but at this time Qing Lingzi
Lingzi raised his foot and smashed the pottery figurine to pieces.
The next moment, black energy was everywhere in the room, but Qing Lingzi just opened his arms gently, and all the black energy could not escape, and in the end it could only penetrate into the bodies of his followers.
The believers who were penetrated by the black energy immediately changed their appearance, and even dared to risk their lives with Qing Lingzi, but Qing Lingzi did not risk their lives with them, they were not worthy, and each of them was thrown over in a big fight.
On the ground.
The black energy emerged from their bodies again and was about to condense into shape, but Qing Lingzi stepped forward and turned the world upside down and dispersed it. He still didn't give up and planned to invade the person who was standing behind him the whole time.
young people.
Needless to say, it really got in, but after entering, it suddenly found itself at the Lagrangian point between a star and its planet, and was then locked by the gravitational lock.
And the Qing Lingzi was looking at little Brother Zhang up and down: "Holy Master, it got in."
"Yeah." Brother Zhang nodded and said, "I got in."
"you……"
Brother Zhang patted his chest: "It's okay."
Qing Lingzi was a little worried, so he turned his body into a virtual spirit: "Holy Lord, I will enter your consciousness and expel it."
Brother Zhang waved his hand: "No, you can't come in."
Although I don’t know how to explain it, let’s face it, although Qing Lingzi is awesome, he can’t resist the gravity of a star. He will also be locked by the gravity lock, and being locked by that, unless the star explodes one day
Or if there is some other disease, it is possible to escape.
The power of the multiverse is not what they can understand, let alone what a virgin in a pottery figurine with little faith can understand. Being locked by the core of the multiverse is really no joke, even for a small
Brother Zhang would probably have to waste some effort to get him out completely.
The remaining people who were rendered incompetent by Qing Lingzi's forced fight naturally had no choice but to wait for Uncle JC to come and arrest them. Although Brother Zhang did not go to find out in detail whether everything was here, their heads had already been locked up.
, this matter can almost be characterized as settled.
On the way back, Qing Lingzi still couldn't figure out why the Holy Lord would organize him to eliminate evil spirits, but one thing was certain that the Holy Lord didn't have any problems at all now.
"Yeah, my life is actually very boring." There were still two bicycles. Brother Zhang stared blankly ahead and pedaled the bicycle slowly: "It's like a graduated warrior wearing an 800-level magical outfit in the game.
Back to the level 45 version."
Qing Lingzi laughed dryly: "If I were the Holy Lord, I would have gone crazy."
As a Qinglingzi who has always been at the top of the pyramid, he knows the pain of the Holy Lord better than anyone else. No wonder he always does some strange and incomprehensible things. To put it bluntly, he just wants to give someone as plain as water
Add some spice to life.
"Don't look at me, I'm not in pain, I'm just a little bored." Brother Zhang said nonchalantly: "What do I have to be in pain for? I have no pressure and nothing to achieve, so I just like to listen to your stories.
Or show me all kinds of bizarre stories."
"Yes, I understand."
In fact, if you tell Brother Zhang's problem to most people, they actually don't understand it, because it's already like this, what else is there to be dissatisfied about? But the problem is that he is not dissatisfied, just like driving
Just like a modifier playing a game, the ups and downs must be difficult, such as arranging an equal opponent for him.
But the reality is not the same. The main god level is already the limit that this world can bear, but all the main gods of the multi-dimensional world cannot be held together. He thought, how to play this game?
Either the outside world invaded and brought a few brothers who could fight with him. But unfortunately, there are none, at least not yet. In other words, his lack of vision for the future is not because he cannot see the future, but because he can see the future.
Get the future.
So there was no way to go up, so he naturally chose to sink down and try his best to become an ordinary person. However, due to his personality, he couldn't even be considered an ordinary person.
And because he cannot be an ordinary person, he always doubts himself. So his pain is not that he is strong but that he doubts himself.
"Holy Master, don't panic." Qing Lingzi thought for a moment and said, "My subordinates will definitely not disappoint Holy Master."
Brother Zhang said, "What are you going to do?"
"I guess the Twelve Spirits have never thought about what the Holy Lord wants. They are not mortals, so they don't know what mortals think. If the Holy Lord follows their thoughts, how can they be a good mortal?
Qing Lingzi laughed: "But I am a mortal through and through. I have all the troubles in the world, so I know how to be a good mortal."
Brother Zhang was now interested: "Tell me about it."
"Well, this still needs to be thought about. Let's go tomorrow. I will go to find the Holy Lord and explain it in detail."
"good."
And just when Qing Lingzi was planning to help Brother Zhang find his own life, Mouzi had just finished a symposium with the big dogs and walked back to the resting place with a tired look on his face.
The place where he stays here on a business trip should be as luxurious as possible. The big dog family really used the standard of welcoming VIPs to receive the mouse, but the mouse was really under a lot of pressure, because everyone can brag, but he has to brag.
Niubi Yuan is back, this difficulty is really making people cry to death.
"I just said, let you take it easy when you were bragging before. It's better now. People don't know Qing Lingzi, but they demand the same fighting power as in the country. What did you say at the time? There is one Qing for each prefecture-level city.
You are not ashamed of your spirit-level fighting power."
"This is a hypothesis. Do you understand the hypothesis?"
"I don't understand. I don't understand. Then you can set it up slowly. I'll see if you can figure it out after you set it up."
After hearing this, the mouse shouted loudly, then he leaned his head back on the chair, picked up a towel and covered his face. He was really at a loss now. In fact, in China, he could barely make up for it in some important cities.
For the power, in small cities, you can just fool around with it. Anyway, it’s enough if you don’t need to be top-notch.
But the problem is that this place is really like a bird that has no shit. It has a small population and religious restrictions. This problem is really difficult to solve.
And just when Mouse was worried, the door of his palace-like study room opened. When Xiao Ma looked back, he saw the Black Guanyin dog sneaking in, and when he was about to speak, he saw Black Guanyin do something.
A silent gesture.
When she got close to the mouse, she saw the mouse sighing there, so she picked up a bunch of her hair and started to tickle him. The mouse waved his hand: "Little Ma, are you sick?"
Xiao Ma rolled his eyes behind him, but Hei Guanyin continued to hold back his laughter and started to scratch him. The mouse pulled off the towel anxiously: "You! Why are you here?"
"I heard that someone is worried here, so why don't you come over and take a look? What? My legs are on me, and you still care where I go?"
At this time, Xiao Ma whistled: "I'm going out to eat, you can play."